Dream Guide

Modern medical technology has made it possible to transplant most human organs, but even the most ignorant person knows that it is impossible to transplant the human brain, and it is not even a theoretical possibility at present.

So what does this guy do by taking away people's brains? You must know that the operation of removing a brain is much more complicated than stealing a kidney, unless he has any special hobbies.

"What special hobby?" Hu Xing asked curiously.

"For example, he likes to eat tofu puffs, but feels that the ones sold outside are not strong enough." Aoki said casually.

Hu Xing remembered that she had just eaten tofu nao in the morning, and there was a sour water in her throat, and she almost vomited it out.

Shi Dazhuang said: "Okay, Teacher Aoki, stop joking. If you have any good ideas, tell me quickly."

"How long has the trial been going on?" Qingmu asked, looking at Shi Dazhuang's dark circles.

Shi Dazhuang hesitated: "It's been more than ten, twenty or thirty hours."

Aoki understood clearly and jokingly said: "Isn't it just a matter of being punished?".

Shi Dazhuang was startled: "Brother, you can't talk nonsense, we have discipline, no one dares to be punished! Besides, we also look at different targets when handling cases, and we pay attention to humanity, right, Xiao Hu?"

Hu Xing understood and said: "That's right, this man is a surgeon. He often stands on the operating table all day long. This time is not considered a fatigue interrogation."

Aoki almost wanted to laugh, shook his head and said, "I'll go take a look."

Shi Dazhuang said, "Okay, I'll go with you."

Aoki asked again without thinking: "Is there air conditioning in there?"

Then he said to Hu Xing: "Officer Hu, look at my gestures and lower the temperature of the air conditioner inside to the lowest setting. Also, prepare an ice pack for me."

"Ice pack?" Wu Xing was confused, but her mind was spinning quickly, "Can popsicles work?"

"Just don't change it."

Hu Xing frowned, guessing Aoki's intention. She always felt that the "expert" introduced by Professor Mei was not very reliable.

"You're not really a liar, are you?"

…

Zhao Pengcheng was sitting on the cold interrogation chair and heard the sound of the iron door opening.

Is it another shift?

This kind of non-stop interrogation really made him uncomfortable. If it weren't for the skills he had developed on the operating table, he really wouldn't have been able to hold on.

He heard the clack of leather shoes on the ground and the sound of kicking.

Pull board?

Zhao Pengcheng managed to raise his tired eyelids and saw the criminal investigation team leader who had interrogated him three times come in, accompanied by a guy in a windbreaker.

Because of the backlight, he couldn't see the man's face clearly, but the man was indeed... wearing a pair of slippers.

When did police discipline become so lax?

Or do you want to use this trick to attract my attention so that I can talk?

Zhao Pengcheng seemed to see through the police's intentions all of a sudden. He lowered his eyelids with a sneer and stopped looking at them.

Shi Dazhuang signaled the interrogating police officer to leave, then pulled out his chair, deliberately making a lot of noise, and sat down carelessly. He was about to turn on the light on the suspect to the brightest, but was stopped by Aoki.

Aoki said: "Turn off the lights."

"What?" Shi Dazhuang thought he heard wrongly.

Aoki said again: "Turn off the lights."

Shi Dazhuang had no choice but to do so.

The lights went out, and the light in the interrogation room suddenly dimmed. This made Zhao Pengcheng, whose face had been illuminated by strong light, a little uncomfortable, but his body felt a lot more relaxed.

A wave of tiredness came over him and he felt sleepy. But he still tensed up his nerves, speculating on what method the other party would use to wake him up and prevent him from sleeping.

Knock on the table? Or talking loudly? Or use a more powerful light to shine on me?

He waited quietly, and then he heard the sound of the pull board.

Kick, kick,

The voice reached him and began to circle around him.

Kick, kick,

Round and round.

that's all? Do you want to bring me down?

Ah, my eyelids are so heavy and I feel sleepy! If you have any tricks, please use them quickly. If you don't use them, I will really fall asleep!

Zhao Pengcheng secretly laughed, this man is just a stick.

It couldn't be a wizard coming to hypnotize me, could it?

Hmm, hypnosis?

Zhao Pengcheng felt a flash of clarity in his heart, and fear arose spontaneously.

Ah, can't sleep!

He wanted to open his eyes. But why are the eyelids so heavy?

Kick, kick,

Why is this damn sound still going on?

Kick, kick,

The world fell into nothingness.

Kick, kick,

…

Aoki walked around Zhao Pengcheng a few times, and then gestured in the direction of the monitor and mirror.

A cool breeze came from the air conditioner on the roof, echoing in the small space. The temperature in the room dropped suddenly, making it quite chilly.

After a while, Hu Xing opened the door and came in, placing a box of ice cream on the interrogation table.

Aoki opened it and saw that the cute female police officer actually bought one of each flavor. There was a whole box, and no two were the same.

He smiled and picked a mung bean one, then pushed the ice cream box to Shi Dazhuang, indicating that he would also pick one he liked.

Really eat it!

Hu Xing's eyes widened in the monitoring room, watching the two grown men eating ice cream in the dim interrogation room, while the subject of the interrogation actually fell asleep on the chair.

This is so unreal! Is this a story that happened in the criminal police team?

Shi Dazhuang also had doubts.

He was willing to believe Aoki, and even more so that the famous Professor Mei would not send him a charlatan, but eating ice cream in the interrogation room was a bit hard to swallow.

"Shh!" Qingmu stopped Shi Dazhuang who wanted to speak with a gesture, indicating that he would wait a little longer.

Just when Shi Dazhuang was waiting impatiently, Qingmu stood up, walked slowly to the sleeping Zhao Pengcheng, and lowered his head to look at his face.

Due to the dim lighting, Hu Xing could not see clearly through the glass outside, but her intuition told her that there must be some details that could not be missed. She quickly looked at the surveillance video and zoomed in until the suspect's face was the only thing on the computer screen.

She saw that although Zhao Pengcheng's eyes were closed, his eyeballs were moving rapidly.

Aoki seemed to be confirming something, and then went back to get another popsicle. Without tearing the package, he went around to the back of the interrogation chair and stuffed the popsicle into Zhao Pengcheng's lower back.

…

Zhao Pengcheng woke up. He woke up from the cold.

It's so cold around here! Especially the waist and back feel like they are lying on an iceberg.

He opened his eyes drowsily and found himself lying in the bathtub.

There were ice cubes floating in the water in the bathtub, which was bitingly cold.

He was startled and immediately touched the soap box next to him.

He didn't know why he did this, it was like a script.

There is a mobile phone in the soap box.

He turned to look in the bathroom mirror.

There is a line written in lipstick on the mirror:

Your kidneys will fail sooner or later, so why not give them to someone more useful? Call 120. It's best not to stand up until the doctor comes.

Fear took over his body more completely than the cold.

He reached into the cold water with trembling hands and touched his back.

On his left lower back, he felt a bulge of about twenty centimeters. With the doctor's intuition, he knew that it was a scar that had been simply sutured.

Someone took his kidney!

He picked up the phone and pressed 110. After thinking about it, I felt it was inappropriate and pressed 120 again. After thinking about it again, I still felt it was inappropriate.

He didn't know why it was inappropriate to call 110 or 120. Anyway, he just felt that he couldn't call, so he took the phone and called.

At this time, he saw the bathroom door open and a strange person walked in.

The man had obviously handsome features, but he had a chicken coop on his head. He was wearing an old dark gray windbreaker and a pair of loose jeans that were slightly out of fashion. The trouser legs underneath were cut short and torn to the point of falling apart. With his hands in his trouser pockets, his back slightly hunched, he walked lazily, as if he had just woken up. The pull-up boards on the feet make a "tap, tap, tap" sound, like a hypnotic magic flute.

"Quack..."

Zhao Pengcheng heard a crow fly past the bathroom window, then flew back with a "croak" and landed on the window sill.

He knew that crows are carrion animals and can smell the smell of dead people, which is why folk rumors say that crows are ominous.

"Am I dying?" he thought.

"You won't die, you just lost your kidney." The strange man at the door said.